Souvenirs 
on his window-sill. In short, he was very near 
to the England epitomised in the suggestions 
awakened by this volume. In his way he had 
been a part of it. 
Therefore, as I have said, if the souvenir did 
not bring up pictures of himself to me, it did 
what was perhaps even better; giving me as it 
were his very eyes to look through; or, actually, 
quickening in my brain cell-motions very like 
his had been. For a moment, if no more, the 
mental activity was repeated: an old memory 
glistened, though in another mind. 
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